I had no formal position in the table of organization. I was a roving trouble shooter. I solved client problems and corrected mistakes. I didn't make ...any friends!Annie danced with anyone who asked, laughing and flirting, paying less and less attention to me as time passed and wine flowed. Brad danced with her often. Toward the end of the evening, they danced only in each others arms.They never moved far from the table. Annie's dress was open, Brad had plenty of exposed skin to explore, but his. " But he didn't just yet, there was more he wanted to savor first. He stood up until he was once again looking her in the eyes. She was quivering, and found it hard to stand as she melted into his gaze.He reached up and took hold of her breasts, squeezing and tweaking. Gwena cried out in ecstasy as he touched her. Then in one swift motion he ripped the remaining fabric away leaving her completely nude. He dropped down and took her left breast in his mouth. It tasted of cotton and goose. I feel like going dancing tonight." Marcy answered."Oh jeez, don't you ever think about anything else?" I retorted."I think about you." Marcy responded sweetly.Marcy came out of the bathroom as I went over to the phone. During a relatively brief conversation with my cousin, he told me about a club down the road that was popular called Menage. Somehow it seemed like an appropriate name.In the meantime, Marcy had stripped out of her T-shirt and tight jeans and was standing there naked except for. My hands alternately wandered over her shapely thighs and felt her luscious breasts, her hips jerked up and down as I drove and drove, taking her cherry. In, out, in, out, in, out went my cock. It felt so glorious. As I grunted savagely like an animal, she began to push me off her but I was too strong and held her at bay staying inside her. She must be reacting to me cumming inside her, I grabbed her throat and she stopped struggling. Looking into my eyes she knew she could do nothing and.